My Friend's Hot Mom: Get Lucky

Sean loves going to Finn's, an Irish pub known for its friendly staff and fun crowd. But the big draw is the owner, Molly, a gorgeous red-haired milf who believes in drinking, being merry, and the luck of the Irish. Sean never bought into that superstition, but when Molly asks him to help her set up the annual St. Patrick's Day party, he's about to learn the meaning of the expression Get Lucky!

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"To our host!" Tom called out. "May the man she chases never escape, and may that man live to tell us if the carpet matches the drapes!"

Molly clapped as the pub filled with raucous laughter.

"Well, Tom, all I can say," she replied. "Is its far better to be red than gray."

Putting her hands up, she addressed everyone around her.

"Thanks for being here! You're not customers, but family, and like my family? I can only handle so much of you, now get back to your tables and have some fun. Booze isn't free, but after enough of it, the sex is!"

Her eyes shifted to Sean as she spoke and when she was done, she extended her hands to him.

Sean took Molly's hands as she hopped down from the bar, then gasped when she staggered into him.

"Oops," she giggled. "Guess I'm feeling my liquor."

"No worries," he told her, trying to ignore the way her hands moved up his forearms. "Feeling it a little myself."

"It is fun to feel your licker," she gave him a sly smile, "Those were great toasts."

"My grandmother taught me a lot of them."

Molly was so close that she was touching his chest and her hands had now made their way to his biceps.

"Good to see you get in touch with your heritage," Molly said softly. "You ever really touch it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ever slept with an Irish girl? Pure Irish?"

"Can't say that I have."

"You should always love a person for them, but if you're just looking for a good time? You haven't been had one until you've been with an Irish woman," she leaned against the bar as two people passed by.

The move gave him some relief, but her words continued to add to his tension.

"Especially a red head, we have the reputation as being trouble," she sucked on her lower lip,

"But we're good trouble, and you haven't tasted anything as sweet and smooth as Irish Cream, and I'm not talking about Bailey's."

"Right." Jesus, she wasn't just flirting, but outright coming on to him.

"So, when's Connor, coming in?" he gestured to Charlie who was busy serving people at the other end of the bar.

"You must be buzzed, he's in Phoenix this week, URI made it into March Madness," she beamed with pride.

"Oh, yeah," Sean nodded. "Maybe I am drunk," he joked.

"Or just nervous," Molly stretched her arms out along the bar.

Her pose was relaxed, but also pushed her breasts out further and he struggled to keep his eyes up.

"No, I just forgot."

"I'm alone all week, no Connor to keep me out of trouble," the alluring smile came back. "Certain trouble I might not want to get into with him around, know what I mean?"

"Pub's filling up," he followed her gaze to see a line forming in the foyer. "Have to go, but make sure you see me before you leave, I have a favor to ask."

"Sure, whatever you need."

"That's what I was hoping to hear. By the way, in case you're wondering, they do."

"What does?"

"The carpet, it matches the drapes."

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